[Intro — sparse delayed guitar arpeggio, low synth pad, distant radio hum] [Spoken, male, close-mic, tired and calm] Shift nine. Ring three. Tether checked. Plate thirty-eight. [Verse 1 — steady drums enter, pulsing bass, breathy male vocal] Above the dark and under the sun, I hang on a thread where the girders run. My hands are cold inside the steel, I weld a road I'll never feel. Plate thirty-nine — the bolts go in, the stars keep watching, patient, thin. Nobody down there knows my name, the ships will fly here all the same. [Build — layered guitars stack, cymbals rise, choir hum] Every seam a promise, every weld a vow — somebody has to hold the sky up now. [Chorus — full wall of shimmering guitars, euphoric lift] [Chorus] I'm building a bridge to the stars, paved with my welds and my scars. I won't be there when the engines roar — but every ship will cross what I stood for. [Instrumental Break — soaring lead guitar over driving beat] [Verse 2 — drums pull back, voice closer, breath audible] Plate forty — the sun comes round, and throws my shadow on no ground. A spark, a crack, the tether sings — I hold the rail, I hold the wings. [Bridge — drop to pads and a heartbeat kick, radio static] [Ground Control — distant female, radio-filtered] "Ring three, report." [Worker — breathless, steady] Still here. Still holding. Plate forty-one. [Build — guitars rise from silence, cymbal swell] My hands will rest when the work is done — my name is stitched in every one. [Final Chorus — biggest wall of sound, full choir] I built you a bridge — it's yours, from this cold steel to distant shores. I won't be there when the engines roar — but every ship will know what I was for. Every star you reach, I held the door. [Outro — guitars ring into reverb, launch rumble far away] [Spoken, soft, almost a smile] Plate forty-two. Last one. Go. [Engine roar swells, then fades to a single pad note]
